There was a chicken restaurant across the street from my apartment for 10 or 15 years. It was one of the largest fast food places in the whole city. It was definitely a favorite place for my parents to go. When the place shut down, not those of my parents were easily angry. They have been going to that place for at least 20 years or more. When the place closed down in town, both of my parents complained for multiple weeks. Eventually they got over things and found a way to go on. Something happened recently and that has my dad Furious. The owner of the building decided to sell to a cannabis place. The old chicken place is now called that cannabis place and my dad has taken this personal for some strange reason. At this particular point, I am nearly old enough to use cannabis plants and having some place close sounded absolutely awesome. So I was unable to access the place, my dad often talked about how the Cannabis industry was going to ruin the place. We had lots of talks about cannabis and how the stuff has really great medicinal properties. The people I was spending time with and my friends have discussed it and we know that cannabis has these properties. We have outlawed tobacco and they do not want any confrontation. My dad was resistant to listening to history and absolutely set in his ways. He had been convinced that pot and marijuana was a tool given to us by the devil.